Peter has decided that he does not like being drunk. He feels like this shouldn't be news to him, that surely he must've gotten drunk before, except he supposes it is literally his first day at uni so maybe not? He doesn't remember, and the fact that he doesn't remember makes him more annoyed about being drunk. This is stupid.

He heard there's a hot tub up on the roof somewhere. He pushes himself up, wobbles, determines he can walk actually, then goes looking for the stairs that are meant to lead him there—ah, there, yup, must be those. Hyup.

There is indeed a very large hot tub, in a nice location overlooking the pool while being hard to see from below. There are seven people in it, three of whom are chatting amiably while the other four are split into two couples making out very heavily.

...oh. That's hot.

"Hey! That's Peter! Peter, come in, the water's great," says one of Peter's new brothers, though not one whose name he can recall right this second.

One of the people making out looks up, at that. "Peter! Cm'ere and join us," he says, one hand still under the bikini top of the girl he's been snogging.

Peter is still in a Speedo.

The hot tub is a place where he can hide this fact.

He will do that.

Uh... did Doyoon mean to imply...

Well, he's pushing the girl whose boobs he's holding to the side so that Peter will have space to sit next to him, if that counts as implying?

Sure. That works.

"Cara, this is Peter. Peter, this is Cara."

"Hi, Peter! Nice to meet you," says Cara.

That is really hot!!!

"Nice to meet you too."

"You look happy to see me."

"Who says I'm not happy to see Cara?"

"Are you happy to see me?"

"Yes, I am."

"You two should make out," Doyoon suggests. Here, he will helpfully stop holding Cara's boobs and sit back a bit so that they can do that.

Okay this party had not been going great but if it ends with him making out with Cara and Doyoon he's gotta say he's not complaining.

Well if it's up to her at least one part of that will be true.

Hmmmmm yeah sure why not he'll make out with Peter, too. He's in a mood.

He's sure there'll be some kind of due to pay but for now, Peter is in heaven.

Peter is in hell.

His head is throbbing, his eyes hurt, his skin feels clammy, his muscles are sore, and he thinks he's got tinnitus.

No, that's his alarm.

—crap, he has class, he does not have time to be hungover, shit, what's the time—

9AM.